21 The First Slap in Her Life Was Given by Her Mother (2/2)

She didn't expect to receive her first slap from her own mother.

”Tang Mo'er, how did you turn out to be like this? Why did I give birth to such a horrible daughter? How could you be so heartless?”

Tang Mo'er covered half of her tiny face with her hand, lifting her eyes in defiance to look at Qin Yawen. She let out a bitter laugh as she returned sarcastically, ”I don't even know how I turned out like this. How could you set such high expectations for an orphan?”

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Qin Yawen couldn't stand to continue looking at her and stormed out of the room.

…

Qin Yawen had left. Again, just like before. Tang Mo'er's legs wobbled and she slowly let herself collapse onto the ground, hugging both her knees in a child-like stance.

She was full of regret. She shouldn't have been so impulsive, it would only drive her deeper into Han Xiaowan's trap. She should have kept her cool and spoken nicely to Qin Yawen, especially considering their distant relationship. Her mind was filled with what she should have done, what she could have done… However…

Her heart ached immensely.

It was like it had been stomped on furiously and broken into a million shards, piercing her insides and bleeding an endless red. She had just released her hatred and loneliness in one shot. She couldn't hold it in any longer, it was as if her heart had been under a lot of pressure. If she hadn't spoken, she probably would have gone crazy.

Tang Mo'er felt the telltale pricks at the back of her clouded eyes and lifted her head stubbornly, forcing herself to glance upwards to prevent the tears from falling. Although Han Xiaowan had spoken of her as someone who wouldn't cry no matter what, she begged to differ. Everybody cried, she had just found a way to stop herself from crying. She lifted her head to look at the skies whenever she wanted to cry, this way, her tears would flow backwards.

However, her method didn't work this time. She tried to look upwards but her tears flooded out and flowed down her face profusely.

Suddenly, there was a draught of cold air in the stagnant cell. The door to the main lobby of the police station opened in the middle of the night and footsteps entered the room.